one by one
and hand over fist
i'll catch you don't worry
i never miss
a certain trajectory
in uncertain times
you shouldn't worry
that i find your rhyme
i sit in the darkness
awaiting your call
and space open a ripple
with each tear you fall
some tomorrow away
when you're drought and dry
i'll be hear waiting
i'll be hear waiting
long after i've forgotten why.
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